Ask Me About Love

each morning
i find
me, sifting
through all the syllables
of love
brimming with words i can say
and cannot spell
half–illiterate in my mother
tongue half–silent
in my purchased f——– -luency

at the age of five
i watch my mother fold her breath
into birds until they found
home
in a stranger’s
arms
and yes
what of all the green blessings
in my mouth – the shadows
that keep me company
when my lover’s face is a city
drowning with epitaphs

i open myself to a new kind of love–
a beautiful prison where no one is running
where no one is burning where no one is hiding

Article by Taiye Ojo

Taiye Ojo was born and grew up in Kaduna. He currently lives in Agbor,
Delta State. He is a poet, essayist and teaches Tourism in Calvary
Group of Schools, Agbor. His poems and works have appeared in journals
like Kalahari Review, Brittle Paper, Glass Journal, Tuck magazine,
Lunaris Review, Elsewhere, Eunoia Review, Lit Mag, Juke, Praxis
Magazine and elsewhere.

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